A/N: I suddenly had this idea and wrote the whole story in a day. The chapters may be somewhat short, but this wasn't meant to be a long thing. Please read and review...but PLEASE do not tell me what Beatles song I should have, could have, or would have used in this story. I understand there are beatles fans, but I used what fit well for my plotline. I hope you all like it! :)

I don't own Harry Potter. So you know. :p

Help! I need somebody!
Help! Not just anybody!
Help! You know I need someone Help!

"HARRY!!!" Ron bellowed from the other side of the common room. A rather disheveled and aggravated Harry scratched the back of his head and slumped down in the seat next to his best friend.

"What is it Ron?" he asked calmly and held back a yawn.

"I don't know. I need help...advice, something!" Ron pleaded and drummed his fingers on the edge of his seat. Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes for a moment, placing his glasses on the table beside him.

"Well I can't do much without knowing what's going on, can I?" Harry stated and folded his arms across his chest.

"Well, it's just...well when I was younger..."Ron started and caused Harry to let out a snort of laughter.

"You are young, Ron!" he pointed out and shook his head sadly.

"Well, obviously! I mean younger than today!" Ron retorted and rolled his eyes. Harry nodded in understanding and smirked, waiting for Ron to continue.

"I never really needed anybody's help. Not with most things anyway, and well now that I've grown up a bit... well now I've opened up the doors in a way. I want people's help, because I'm clueless on my own.." Ron explained, twiddling his thumbs.

"That's great Ron, but that still doesn't fit in with what we're talking about. I'm asking you what you need help with, not why you're asking me for help," Harry responded, growing impatient. He didn't bother to mention the fact that Ron was STILL clueless after he asked for advice, or the fact that he ONLY asked Harry for help... and it was always something to do with their bushy-haired best friend.

"It's just, I'm feeling a bit down. Did I mention I appreciate you?" Ron added.

"Don't kiss up Ron. I'm helping. Could we get to the point now?" he asked in frustration.

"Hermione and I had another row.." Ron said with color rising to his cheeks. Harry nodded. 'Exactly what I was expecting' Harry thought and chuckled to himself.

"You guys always have a row, it's not some new thing," Harry stated the obvious. Ron dragged his hands down the side of his face.
"I know, but today's the last trip to Hogsmeade. Our VERY last trip of sixth year! And, now she's up and gone without me...I mean, us." Ron said, correcting himself toward the end. Harry groaned and stretched his arms over his head. This was not going to fun.

"That bad, eh? Well, what exactly caused her to go running off and leave you.. I mean us, behind?" Harry asked, regretting he ever got involved. Next time Ron could get advice for Seamus or something. Come to think of it, Neville never had to deal with this!

" Oh, the usual. I told her that I was tired of her nagging me, she said she wouldn't have to nag me if I were responsible. I told her that not everyone could be like precious Viktor, she told me that she wished I would get a clue and realize some people could be even better. Which, obviously makes no sense and I told her so and she said that she hated me sometimes and stormed off," Ron explained, not without some bias on the situation of course.

" Well perhaps we should go and find her then?" Harry suggested. Ron looked at Harry curiously and stroked his chin.

" I don't know. Do you think she'd want to see me? I mean, she HATES me," Ron re-emphasized with a scowl on his face.

" If you'd stop being daft and realize that Hermione far from hates you, then maybe talking with her wouldn't be so bad," Harry retorted and threw on his cloak, though not the one he'd used so many times before in Hogsmeade. This particular cloak couldn't make you invisible. Which was, perhaps a good thing for Harry.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked in a huff and tied his shoe.

"Ron...forget it. I'll tell you in Hogmeade," Harry said and rolled his eyes.

"I guess we should go find her then," Ron said, a bit more calm, and headed out the portrait hole. Harry shook his head.

"He needs to get down from that pedestal and put his feet back on the ground..." he whispered to no one in particular.

And off to Hogsmeade they went....